[PS] Barracks

[Grandpa Gohan]

Grandpa Gohan was frustrated with the young changeling?s ignorance, though he had learned over the years that ignorance was something the youth carried is vast quantities. He sighed and decided to let it go for now.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Koola talking with a familiar figure. He was tall and muscular, and not nearly as ignorant. The Icer was talking with someone the elderly fighter had met back in Conquest. King Cold; they had shared a conversation over a bottle of fine wine, and then worked together to swiftly defeat a Lieutenant of the opposing force.

Could they really be related? He questioned himself, they did bear a resemblance of one another, and anything was possible.

There was only one way for him to find out if they were indeed related. Gohan stroked his flowing white beard momentarily, contemplating on whether or not to go and reintroduce himself to the devilish looking man. After a moment he decided against it. Instead, he elected to find himself a bunk. There were many of them, 44 to be precise. He had been chosen to be in the tournament.

The beds were numbered one to forty-four. He had been picked thirteenth, right after Koola. Gramps started at one and made his way down the line. He stopped at the cot that had a sign in front of it which read ?13?.

This must be it.

Up until now, he hadn?t really taken in the room. It was long and narrow, not to mention somewhat cramped. The walls were unusually boring and dull. The cots did nothing but help pull off the effect of a military barracks. He eyed his bed for a moment before it hit him like a ton of bricks. His survival bag was on it. He picked it up, it wasn?t as heavy as he suspected it might have been, but then again, this wasn?t going to be a month long camping trip. He was uninterested in what occupied the space within, at least at that moment in time.

Gohan-jiisan set the bag back onto his bunk before looked casually eyed over the fighters which occupied, however he was careful to not make himself noticeable incase someone was casing him as well. There was an unlimited amount of potential in the room, so many fighters from all walks of life ? All of them with their own fighting style and techniques.

The old man quickly came to the realization that this was not Conquest: It was far more dangerous.

ooc: Life decided to suck recently, so trying not to go inactive. Anyhow, anyone can rp with gramps, do note that he's wearing what he is in my avie, but in silver instead of orange, but he physically looks liek the da pic I posted.